While the theme is not a titillating originality, but i thoroughly enjoyed this short novel that evokes a sudden and exclusive passion. Heroine finds himself without really sy expected, subject to her lover, the latter being increasingly monopolized by a film project to achieve.
Everything is told in the eye of the woman, we are thus in a female world full of passionate love, with lattente (should I say expectations, so there are, of all kinds ...), hopes the relief and small and great joys. Thus, the man, the object of this love nest since under his eye to it, we finally know what it does little himself have thought of this connection, this woman who so loved.
Finally, beyond the races, classes and social microcosms, would not it, basically, this existential otherness between man and woman which also addresses this book? In this regard, I can not help but take the epitaph of the novel, a quote from Marguerite Duras, quite eloquent: "It takes a lot to love men. Many love to love. Without this, it is not possible, we can not support them.
Gradually, the heroine finds himself caught by his passion, everything will accelerate sharply with the shooting of the film, just as in a waking dream, which she would attend, spectator nayant no control over the sequence of events, that they are fictional (in the scenario of the film) or real (in her life).
The style, often lyrical, and detailed description of small details (words, looks, attention) are all the interest of this realistic story, thought, that makes us follow this passion without concessions.
The last chapter, gorgeous, is both sweet, poignant, painful and very fair, with the theme of memory and passing time, and sometimes heals.